I may be far from you my children, but I think of you forever. Rivers, mountains and blue skies, this land is filled with much happiness. On this night the East sun is up. The West suns will sleep, but the moons will light my way, because it is my Ataracu dream.

The horses of Seta Nitar Jub do run so wild and free. Hear loud hooves in the distance, paced by the fear in their eyes. They must find good shelter from all the thunder and rain, in the safety of the forest, and there beneath a bended tree, where one will give “birthing” tonight; another baby horse for Seta Nitar Jub.